Wow... just wow. Instead of sleeping, I read this monstrous thing (on AO3 and then went to the links and there was more!) and then found there was a sequel to the other story (bless you for linking halfway through this one so I didn't despair) and basically yeah, no sleep.
I usually steer completely clear of NC stories, I don't seek out Bane/Blake stuff because how could it NOT be, at least at first unless John was horribly OC but your worldbuilding is so tight, your stories so vivid and visceral that I trusted you with it and the first story with John being held by Bane just enthralled me and so here I am again.
Your verses man, these and Pavlov's Bell - never stop.
I'm sorry to hear about your rat, Boomer. What a gorgeous guy he was! I've had several pet rats, and they are phenomenal pets, and it looks like Boomer was very well taken care of! (Was he neutered? If so, that's real dedication on your part! All my boys were) Looks like he was on carefresh and everything! Good rat owner! Sadly, rats have such a short lifespan, I mean, once you get to two years, you're counting by months. All of my boys died around that time, two with heart failure, and two with myco-related problems, and it's possible that that's what happened with Boomer. Rats are so prone to just about every illness, but if it's not cancer, it's that blasted myco, etc. I haven't owned a rat in ages, despite working in a vet office where I could easily care for one, because it's so damn difficult to accept that they're so prone to health issues. But what wonderful babies they are <3 Nothing like dogs or cats, even though I have both, the rats are something else. Brought a smile to my face daily, they did
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Yeah, rats are great. Boom made me laugh every day. He had a (smarter, better-looking) brother named Badger who was plagued by myco from babyhood, the poor guy. I'm fortunate enough to work at a vet clinic as well, so at least I could just walk in and say "I need this much Doxycycline at this strength" and get it for a reduced rate (chicken-flavoured, since we're a cat/dog clinic - the boys went nutty for it), but Badger's 'lifelong cold' really took a toll on his health. He lived to be a year and 9 months. His death was very easy to see coming - he aged very rapidly over the course of a few weeks and was a little scarecrow by the end. I gave him treats and lovin's and he went quite peacefully. I think I'm having a harder time with Boomer because his death was so much more sudden, I had no time to prepare for it. And Badge was always a little more aloof. Different relationship, because he was so clever and funny, but Boog was a big doof who just loved to be loved
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Preaching to the choir about medication! I went through four vets before I finally had the diagnosis of a pneumonia for my biggest boy, Rosencrantz. During that process, I had him on Doxy and Baytril and Amoxil and Zithro before finally a Convenia injection cleared it. He was my heart rat! Never met a friendlier, lovelier, more kisseyface rat in my entire life! Always, ALWAYS bruxing! Guildenstern (I don't have any good adult pictures of him, he was my zoomer rat) was Rose's buddy. And I messed up about Guild's illness, we had taken him to the vet because we assumed he had another myco flare-up, but found out it was lung cancer.These two boys, Loki and Freyr, were the two kids who passed away from heart failure, so we had trips down the diuretic, etc road with them. Great bunch, all of them, but I know what you mean about loving them differently. Not less, just different. Loki and Freyr were so bonded to each other they never really came around to me, whereas Rose and Guild were obtained separately, and while they bonded well together
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omg. ROSENCRANTZ. Those boogly eyes. He is adorable!! I know what you mean by heart rat. Boog was the same - lovey, kissy, just a total lump of adoration (except with his brother).
I laughed when I saw your rats' names. For you, a snippet from my PBell future!fic:
He'd always begged for years for a pet, and both their dads had always said no, because neither wanted a dog or a cat in the house and Arthur didn't like rodents. They'd finally caved when Will turned fourteen. Thomas had gotten new ice skates for their birthday: Will had picked Puck out of a litter of baby rats at the local pet shop.
“This one's Bottom, then.” Bottom nibbles his finger curiously, as if checking to see whether it might be edible. Thomas can't remember the third rat's name. Banquo, maybe? Lamely, he jokes, “You could name the next two Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.”
He doesn't have to see Will's face to know that he's rolling his eyes.
Thank you. <3 Rats are truly the sweetest pets. Until Boomer and his brother, I'd only had guinea pigs, who are great - but Boom was the suckiest, loviest furball I've ever met. Anyway, I'm glad you're liking the B/B! :)
I am very sorry about your Boomer. He was a darling. His pictures made me laugh. We lost our family dog last October and it still hurts so much. It's our second time dealing with the death of our pet but it was so sudden.. er..even though I'm still coping with grief, your writing brings moments of happiness. Thank you, Whisky. (yes, I read NHB three times, Requiescat verse and BT verse since November.)
Thanks <3 He made me laugh every day, which was one of the hardest things about losing him! Sorry to hear about your dog as well. They're probably the hardest pets of all to lose. <3
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On a more positive note, I absolutely love your writing! You have written some of my favourite fics ever!
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I usually steer completely clear of NC stories, I don't seek out Bane/Blake stuff because how could it NOT be, at least at first unless John was horribly OC but your worldbuilding is so tight, your stories so vivid and visceral that I trusted you with it and the first story with John being held by Bane just enthralled me and so here I am again.
Your verses man, these and Pavlov's Bell - never stop.
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I laughed when I saw your rats' names. For you, a snippet from my PBell future!fic:
He'd always begged for years for a pet, and both their dads had always said no, because neither wanted a dog or a cat in the house and Arthur didn't like rodents. They'd finally caved when Will turned fourteen. Thomas had gotten new ice skates for their birthday: Will had picked Puck out of a litter of baby rats at the local pet shop.
“This one's Bottom, then.” Bottom nibbles his finger curiously, as if checking to see whether it might be edible. Thomas can't remember the third rat's name. Banquo, maybe? Lamely, he jokes, “You could name the next two Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.”
He doesn't have to see Will's face to know that he's rolling his eyes.
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er..even though I'm still coping with grief, your writing brings moments of happiness. Thank you, Whisky. (yes, I read NHB three times, Requiescat verse and BT verse since November.)
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